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He kissed her, slipping his tongue in her mouth and sharing the taste of her earlier releases. The kiss deepened, and his pace quickened. She dug in her nails and dropped her legs until her feet were flat on the bed and she could lift into each thrust. Their breaths came in pants and gasps as sweat coated their skin. He moved faster. His touch a little rougher as the pleasure built again. He gripped the back of her thigh, hauling her leg off the bed and lifting it toward his shoulder, opening her wider, surging deeper.
She came with a scream, neck arched in surrender. He latched on, sucking sharply on her skin to the point she knew he’d leave a mark. Then he bit at the base of her neck, growling as he reached orgasm, filling her with his seed. Her sex continued to squeeze around him as shudders worked through her, and when he collapsed against her, she wrapped him tightly to her and held on. He felt good covering her. It felt right.
They must have nodded off. The room was dark when she awoke, and she knew night had fallen. She was alone again, but this time, she heard his voice in the other room. He’d shut the bedroom door, but there was a thin line of light shining at the bottom. She used it to find her clothes and pull them back on. She wasn’t surprised when her mate tugged open the door before she reached it.
“Did we wake you?” he asked, leaning down to brush his lips over hers.
“No. What time is it?”
“Just after seven.”
“I feel like all I’ve done is sleep since I’ve been here,” she admitted.
“You need it,” he assured her.
“Rest and food,” she heard from behind him, and when Fletch turned she saw both Jensen Holloway and Fletch’s brother, Milo, sitting in the front room.
“I brought food,” Milo offered, and she realized Jensen had been the one who’d spoken before. “Plus, all the stuff I picked up in town for you.”
He pointed toward an overwhelming number of shopping bags sitting on the floor. How much had Fletch spent on her?
“Food first,” Jensen ordered. “Then I’d like to take a look at you. See how you’re healing. I’d like to take some more blood and speak with you both about an option that might help.”
“Option?” Helen asked as she stepped around Fletch and walked further into the room.
“To help with the repression of your bear,” he told her.
“Yes,” she agreed, not caring what he wanted to do. The thought of having her bear fully awake inside her again was incredible. “Anything.”
“Whoa,” Fletch cautioned. “Let’s hear what he has in mind before you make your decision. See what kinds of risks you might be taking.”
“We can chat while we eat,” Jensen agreed.
Milo crossed to her, pulling her close for a hug before guiding her to the dining table.
“I brought pizza. It’s still in those warmer bags they use. I’ve only been here about fifteen minutes so it should still be hot. I hope.”
He held her chair out then pushed it in as she sat before he moved into the kitchen.
“I’ll grab drinks,” Fletch said, dropping a kiss atop her head as he passed, fingers gliding over her shoulders.
Jensen took the seat across from her and stared.
“Your color looks good,” he murmured as he skimmed that piercing gaze over her. “How are you feeling? Not overdoing it, are you?”
“No, I’m good, really good,” she vowed, feeling her face flush with heat as thoughts of what she and Fletch had been doing earlier filled her mind.
Jensen snorted while Milo outright laughed as he brought the pizza boxes to the table, setting them down and opening them.
“I bet you are,” Milo teased then yelped, rubbing the back of his head as he set out the plates and napkins he’d managed to juggle along with the boxes. “Damn, that hurt.”
“You’re lucky I didn’t punch you,” Fletch snapped as he carried drinks to the table. He had three beers in one hand but set a tall glass of milk in front of her with the other. She grinned up at him, wondering how long he’d be feeding her milk. She didn’t mind. She did like it and had missed the taste of it. Still, she’d also kill for a soda. Crisp, cold, and refreshing. That sounded real good.
“I got a variety of pizzas,” Milo offered, pointing to the spread on the table. “I wasn’t sure what you’d like.”
“Pepperoni and cheese.”
She watched Fletch put two big slices on a plate and hand it to her. She inhaled first, closing her eyes as she held it under her nose. Heaven. Her tastebuds throbbed with anticipation. She licked her lips before setting down the plate and grabbing a slice. It wasn’t hot but was far from cold. Whatever bags Milo had used had worked perfectly. She licked her lips again before opening wide and taking a big bite. Her teeth sank through layers of pepperoni, cheese, and pan crust. The sauce was savory, complemented by the toppings, and she couldn’t hold back her moan as she cherished her first taste of pizza in years. Captivity had been about survival, about making due with the bare minimum, about tasteless bread and water and never enough to satisfy the hunger that ate away at her from the inside.
